As a person who suffered abuse as a child, I believe the part of God’s nature that demanded justice and would not leave the guilty unpunished not only didn’t put me off, but it drew me to Him. I needed a powerful God, full of passion and the ability to do what I couldn’t. I couldn’t keep myself safe, but by having the ability to hide in Him, and knowing He was unconquerable, just, and would accept no bribes, kept me safe. And knowing He was tough played into that trust as well. I didn’t need an ATM in the sky; I needed protection and justice.
Isn’t that the real rub being a parent, though? It would seem that all the best decisions for our kids run counter to what we want for ourselves.